There once was a man from Nepal 
Whose turds were exceedingly small. 
He'd sit in his room 
And shit on a spoon 
And then flick his turds down the hall. 

There was a young woman of Croft
Who played with herself in a loft.
Having reasoned that candles
Could never cause scandals,
Besides which they did not go soft. 

There was a young fellow from Eno 
            Who said to his girl, "Now, old Beano, 
                Lift your skirt up in front, 
                And enlarge your old cunt, 
            For the size of this organ is keen-o." 

BURN, SUBURBS, BURN

Burn rubber baby suburb baby, burn!
The gluttonous gluteus maximus
No new tax for us
Deep fat fry, suburb blubber baby-butt, cry
Whip the whimp, the baby-boomer gloom-and-doomer
Baby bought the fiscal fiasco
Baby brought the strategy tragedy
So sue God for the Damnages

Rosalina, a pretty young lass
Had a bruly magnificant ass:
Not rounded and pink,
As you possibly think -
It was grey, had long ears, and ate grass.